"Haha... hiss... I really can't bear to wake up. It's rare for our family to love each other..."
As he said that, Tyrion's tone was sarcastic. "It doesn't have to be in the dream, just exclude me. My father loves my brother, and my brother loves my sister. No wonder my father and sister don't like me. It turns out that my existence hinders the harmony of the family."
After a pause, he smiled again and said, "What a pity, Lannister Giants didn't die."
Gryn said angrily, "Mr. Giants, remember to bring a guard with you when you go out in the future."
Tyrion chuckled and said, "When I can get out of bed, I will personally select a few people. I cherish my life and I don't dare to gamble on luck anymore."
Gryn smiled, picked up the jug and poured wine for Tyrion.
Tyrion raised his glass and took a sip of wine. He was silent for a while and solemnly said, "Gryn, thank you, I owe you my life."
Gryn's eyes trembled slightly, and his delicate face showed some doubts. "I think you should be grateful to the old bachelor."
"My sister is so lucky..."
Tyrion murmured and then said, "Mr. Earl, my brother has a sword, but I have a big head. Damn it Grand Maester Pycelle kept feeding me Milk of the Poppy until I heard the sound of you, and I couldn't wake up."
Gryn looked at Tyrion and sighed softly, "Tyrion, I underestimated your wisdom... I'm sorry, sometimes the truth is cruel and you still need to recover. Now is not a good time to tell you the truth."
Tyrion grinned. "I thought you would cover up for Cersei."
Gryn shrugged. "If such a thing is concealed, unprepared people will lose their lives sooner or later. Tyrion, we are friends, and I don't want to see you being taken care of by Silent Sisters."
"Hiss... haha..."
Tyrion grinned for a while and said, "You can help me keep an eye on it when the time comes. I don't want to... forget it, that is my glory."
After saying that, he showed a vulgar look again.
Gryn:"..."
After chatting for a while, Tyrion suddenly said, "Gryn, aren't you worried about Lioness's roar? If Cersei knows that someone has hindered her good deeds, she will definitely not let you go easily."
Gryn spread his hands. "Tyrion, do you think I have any other options? I can also find Ser Jaime, but unfortunately, Warden of the East was not at King's Landing at that time."
Tyrion smiled as if he was very cheerful, "What a pity."
After laughing, he said seriously, "What should I do? I think you must have figured out how to deal with it."
Gryn tapped his chin and said slowly, "Maester was injured by a seriously injured person who was unconscious during treatment. This situation is common. The Imp who was in a coma was still full of Vigilance, and seemed to have noticed something was wrong... He suddenly woke up and struggled violently, and the old bachelor lost one of his fingers. As a result, the movement was too loud, and he had to stop his action."
"Haha, you are really my good sister."
Tyrion sighed with emotion at first, then moved his eyes slightly and said, "Pycelle lost a finger?"
Gryn looked at Tyrion: "The Gods bless you."
Tyrion grinned. "Then I really have to thank the Gods."
Tyrion lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Pycelle won't tell the truth?"
Gryn shook his head slightly. "Tyrion, you are Lannister. Pycelle is more afraid of someone revealing this matter to Westerlands. Old Lion, you should know better than me what debts must be repaid.
Moreover, our Highness Queen has never issued a direct order from beginning to end. It can also be said that Pycelle is smart... Therefore, he will try his best to persuade Cersei Queen."
Tyrion's eyes trembled, he took a sip of wine and said, "For your own good, his good, and everyone's good, it seems that I have to forget this matter."
With a sneer, he continued, "The impression is so profound. My head is big, but I still have to be a well-behaved younger brother like before. It's really embarrassing."
Gryn leaned on the back of the chair and said, "It's a very smart choice, unless Lord Tywin is on your side."
"My father? I would rather believe that White Walker kissed me."
Although Tyrion's voice was teasing, Gryn felt suppressed anger.
The atmosphere in the room became a little heavy.
After a pause, Gryn smiled and said, "Tyrion, you are indeed a Lion."
Tyrion raised his eyes and looked at Gryn in confusion.
Gryn spread his hands, with a bit of disgust on his face.
"When I came here, you were still unconscious. But not long after, you kept saying the name of a certain beauty. I had to sigh at that time. The injured Lion still did not forget his preferences."
Tyrion frowned, he had a vague impression.
"I thought that bringing that beauty here might help you recover. So, I specifically asked Grand Maester Pycelle for his opinion, but he told me... according to your injury, even the beauty can't do anything at the moment. Lion can only roar."
Tyrion grinned. "Why do I feel that you have no good intentions? Do you really want to see that scene?"
Gryn's lips curled up slightly and he joked, "Tyrion, this is a rare opportunity. I also ordered my men to bring her to encourage you to recover as soon as possible. It's a pity that they have searched all the women's wards in the past few days, but they have not found the beauty named Tysha."
Tyrion's smile froze, and he remembered the dream of seeing Tysha.
Gryn glanced at Tyrion, who looked unnatural, and said, "Tyrion, you are already awake, don't ask me to run errands for you, and you need to continue to recover from your injuries. Now is not a good time to show Lion's majesty."
Tysha... That dream was too clear, and the memories that he had buried deeply but did not want to recall emerged one after another. He remembered the first time he and Tysha, she didn't know what to do, she was not much better than him... The two of them kept bumping noses, and when they finally touched, he remembered that she was shaking all over.
Tyrion's expression was bitter. "Gryn, there is no need to look for her, and I won't look for her either. That is my former wife."
Gryn said in surprise, "Wife... are you married?"
Tyrion nodded slightly. "Well, I remember that wedding. The host was a drunk monk and the witnesses were a bunch of pigs. My wife and I used our witnesses to host the wedding banquet. Tysha fed me bones and I licked the grease from her hands. After eating and drinking, we rolled on the bed laughing..."
Gryn frowned slightly and said, "It sounds wonderful, but the expression on your face tells me it's not wonderful."
Tyrion's voice was sarcastic. "It's been a wonderful time... ah, my wife, Lady Tysha."
Gryn poured wine into the wine glass in Tyrion's hand. "Did something happen? I've never heard you mention her."
Tyrion first drank more than half of the wine in the glass in one gulp and said in deep thought, "My Lady Tysha comes from House Cyvives. Their family's crest is one hundred and one coins, one hundred silver coins and one gold coin on the blood-stained bed sheet. Our marriage was very short... For a Dwarf, this is probably retribution."
Gryn murmured, "House Cyvives..."
He thought for a while and then said, "A handful of silver coins? Tyrion, this is a very strange and strange family name."
Tyrion said angrily, "Lord Gryn, this is the first time I hate a smart person!"
Red Keep, Throne Room.
Iron Throne is a chair made of steel and full of ferocious spikes and twisted metal. It is wide and ancient.
It is rumored that Aegon the Conqueror asked Balerion the Black Dread to use the flames to melt thousands of swords discarded by the enemy when they surrendered. It was just cast into a throne, and it took a total of fifty-nine days to hammer and hammer it. The final product is the hunchbacked black monster with razor-sharp edges and barbs and tangles everywhere.
Lord Eddard is sitting upright on the tall Iron Throne. He is wearing a white linen coat with the Direwolf coat of arms of House Stark embroidered on the chest. A black wool cloak is pinned to the neck with a silver hand badge symbolizing Hand of the King's position.
The crowd who came to petition gathered at the gate. Knights and ladies stood under the tapestry, while civilians were in the corridor. Throne Room was surrounded by fully armed guards, wearing gold or gray cloaks on their shoulders, standing majestically.
Iron Throne The back of the chair is covered with sharp spikes like sharp teeth, making it impossible to lean on. Lord Eddard I am thinking that this chair can kill people... If the legend is true, it has actually killed people.
Lord Eddard feels that just as Robert warned, this is Iron Chair who is particularly uncomfortable.
It is said that when Aegon the Conqueror ordered his subordinate the Smith to use the abandoned weapons when the enemy surrendered to cast them into a big chair, he once said... A king cannot sit comfortably.
Lord Eddard The more I sit, the harder it becomes under my buttocks.
Aegon Targaryen This arrogant guy deserves to die!
Robert and his hunting game deserve to die... Robert is not in King's Landing, and Lord Eddard has to temporarily sit on Iron Throne to handle the petitions of the subjects on behalf of Robert.
Varys under the throne said softly, "Are you sure they are not robbers?"
A group of villagers knelt down on one knee. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they were all dressed in tatters, covered in blood, and their faces were full of fear.
The middle-aged knight who brought the villagers in to testify snorted coldly and said contemptuously, "Robbers? Mr. Varys, that's right, of course they are robbers! They are robbers from the Lannister family!"
The atmosphere inside Throne Room became tense, and everyone present, regardless of their background, listened with bated breath.
The knight accused and the villagers testified.
It is said that a village on the northwest border of the Reach was burned, killed, looted, and suspected to be an old unit of the Mountain.
The middle-aged knight's eyes were filled with sadness. He pointed at the villagers kneeling on the ground and said, "Lord Hand, these are the only people left in the village. All the other villagers are dead."
Lord Eddard glanced at the group of people below and ordered, "You all get up."
The North's Direwolf never believes what a person says while kneeling.
Everyone struggled to get up, and one of the old men had to be helped to stand up.
"Sir, those masked men set fire to the house, and they planned to kill me, but they didn't catch me."
"They came from the north in the middle of the night and burned down the fields and houses!"
"Anyone who dares to stop me will die. But sir, they are not robbers, because they are not here to steal anything. After they slaughtered my cow, they left the body there to feed the flies and crows."
"They also trampled my child to death. They laughed while riding on the horse, chased him around, and poked him with guns, as if they were playing a game. The child just ran like this, screaming in agony, and finally fell to the ground and was stabbed to death by the guy."
"Sir, they also killed my mother. And then they... they..."
The middle-aged knight added, "They don't even spare women holding babies in their arms."
Varys said in shock, "Oh, it's really scary. How could someone be so cruel?"
Lord Eddard leaned forward, his voice filled with anger. "What evidence do you have that they are House Lannister's people? Are they wearing red cloaks or flying lion flags?"
The villagers shook their heads in unison.
The middle-aged knight calmly replied, "Lord Hand, all of them are riding horses and wearing armor, holding stainless steel spears and swords in their hands, as well as battle axes used to slaughter villagers."
After saying that, he pointed at one of the villagers and said, "You, yes, it's you. It doesn't matter if you say it. Tell Lord Hand what you said to me."
The villager lowered his head and said, "Sir, they are all riding war horses. I have worked in a stable for many years and can see the difference. None of the horses they ride have plowed the fields. I dare to swear in the name of the Gods."
Pycelle, who was under the throne, spoke tremblingly, "Eddard Hand of the King, those horses may have just been snatched by bandits from somewhere else."
Lord Eddard ignored Pycelle and asked the villagers, "How many people are there in this group of robbers?"
"Many people."
"There are fewer people than in the villages, and they have a lot of horses."
"50 people... maybe."
"Hundreds of people, sir!"
The villagers discussed it one after another.
The middle-aged knight first waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and then said, "Lord Hand, at least 100 people, and each of them has a horse."
"You said they didn't carry a flag... but what about the armor they wore? Did any of you notice the patterns or decorations on it, or the family crests on the shields and helmets?"
The middle-aged knight shook his head. "Lord Hand, as far as I know, the armor styles they wear are very ordinary. But..."
He glanced at the crowd around him and said loudly, "When those people were burning and killing, I heard them shouting several times... Revenge for Lord the Mountain! Only the Mountain's old subordinates would call Gregor·Clegane Lord the Mountain!"
Buzz!
Whispers came and went under the windows and at the far end of the hall, and uneasy voices also came from the corridor outside.
Grand Maester Pycelle's necklaces symbolizing his position couldn't help but collide. "Mr. Knight, others may know your naming habits, because others can also shout like this on purpose."
Varys also echoed, "Yes, this will make our Hand of the King very embarrassed. You'd better have more direct evidence."
Duke Mace·Tyrell, who had been sitting quietly aside, stood up. The Golden Rose coat of arms on his body shone brightly. Everyone's eyes focused on him, and the hall gradually became quiet.
Lord Mace's face was gloomy, he puffed up his chest and said coldly, "Pycelle, Varys, your doubts are not important! Lord Stark, Tyrell maintains the peace of the Reach in the name of the king. Regardless of whether the person who destroyed the peace is Lannister or not, I demand blood debt repayment in the name of Lord of Highgarden and seek justice for the villagers of the Reach."